Thoughts 17 hours before I found out I don’t get to keep my Cervix

This a new place; new taste, same face
Few more lines from smiling at the change of pace
Taking up space, learning about grace
Paying attention to where I pay attention just in case
and I haven’t forgotten you and I sometimes even miss
standing on your toes while I pulled you in for a kiss
but that’s only because my inner child craves bliss
sorry my grown-up self has grown to resist
This a new mood; new style, same ‘groove
Continual adjustments to my maladaptive attitude
Still a bit rude, but less screwed
Dreaming of new hues instead of just you and the blues

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